Slowly Jagannathan opened his eyes. He felt sluggish and weak. Like the gravity had just increased or he was now very ill.
This feeling was very different than anything else. His head was having a massive headache. Like his head is going to break open. He endured it and after sometime it was back to normal.
He slowly opened his eyes and he was at an entirely different place. Something he had never seen before. It felt very ancient to him.
His last memory was him driving his new supercar to test its highest speed but was hit by a bus and then it was complete darkness.
He looked here and there completely clueless of what had happened. He got up and took a step. But something was wildly strange. He looked to the side and saw his own reflection on a mirror.
He was fat, young and had another body of a man.
Jagannathan spoke to himself " What the fuck? Who is this? Is this me?..." All sorts of questions flooded into his mid and then he asked himself the final question which was also the answer " Did i fucking Die?".
He couldn't believe it. He sat down on the lavish bed and calmed himself down. He pinched his own hand and tested if it is a dream. He slapped his own face and said to himself " Focus and calm the fuck down".
He took a deep breath. He looked around the room and understood that it was a lavish room. Thus he could be rich. He looked outside and understood that this is a past time period, clearly not modern.
So he sat down and thought of the next series of questions " Who is this body? Where is this place and who am i?". But above all a big wonder " Why did i transmigrate into this body after death?".
He though for a long time and again took a deep breath.
He got up and walked with his fat body to the door. But before he was going to open it, a servant knocked on the door from outside and said in a very submissive and respected manner " Master, are you awake? Your Breakfast is ready".
Jagannathan ran slowly to his bed and sat down. He then spoke " Yes, come in". Once she opened the door and came in he ordered her to close in. He waved his hand for her to come close.
She walked to him and bowed in a respectful manner. But in this interaction she never once looked into his eyes, her eyes were casted down the entire time. This made him realize that he hel a major position.
Jagannathan got up and walked to the window. His back facing her. He spoke in a serious tone " I will ask you a series of questions, no matter how dumb of normal the questions will be, you will answer it".
She bowed deeper and replied " Yes master, how can this lowly servant not answer the young master's questions". The term 'Young master' gave another understanding to Jagannathan. His lips curved into a cold smile.
He spoke " Tell me, who am i, what is this place and what is going on?".
She replied without a second thought " Master, you are the eldest son of our lord, the ruler and Chettiyar of this land. Master's name is 'Ranadev Billa', you are 16 years old and now is residing in your family mansion. You have many servants under you and i am the head servant 'Veena'. You also have a guardian and protector who sole the oath of death for you and he is outside training."
After she spoke she continued to stay still in the bowed position. Jagannathan said to himself in a low voice with a cold voice " Power, wealth and everything i desired hehehe... Ranadev Billa....".
After he heard those words he bursts into a loud and arrogant laugh. The servant flinches but does not dares to even look at him. He then says to himself " So i am Billa, hahaha".
After some seconds of silence he takes small knife from the side table and stabs his own left palm. The knife bursts through his flesh and blood scatters all over him. The pain is immense and he screams with a old laugh and says " So its not a dream after all hahahaha".
The servant's face turns into a terrified expression. She screams for the other servants to aid him. From outside many servants rush in. Billa takes out the stabbed knife from his palm add orders by sitting on the chair " Heal ". His voice now deeper.
All the servants are in shock. They look at each other in a terrified expression. The head servant is kneeled on the floor, he head slammed on the ground begging " Forgive me master, its my fault, i was careless".
But Billa is sitting there looking at his blood dripping hand with a cold smile.